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Mine (Mob!TH)

Author: marvelouspeterparker

Warnings: violence, mentions of blood, smut

It wasn't unusual for you to sit in Tom's meetings. In fact, he rather enjoyed it. He liked having you as involved as possible, he trusted you with all his heart and he didn't want to keep you in the dark. He even got you a "throne", as he called it, to match his in his meeting room. They were two large chairs with intricate and expensive designs on the back rests. As soon as anyone walked into the room, it was clear who was in charge.

Although you had your own seat, you rarely used it. You appreciated it, of course, and when you sat on it you felt powerful, Tom's hand over yours, his thumb rubbing your skin softly as he barked orders at his men, intimidating every person in the room. You felt like a queen sitting proudly beside her king.

But, as much as you adored your throne, you and Tom both preferred when you sat in your rightful place, in his lap. He liked to wrap his arms around you and hold you sometimes to destress when his men were acting like fools and everything seemed to be going wrong.

Sometimes he would even distract himself, slipping his hands under your clothes, one holding you down as the other made a mess between your thighs. He didn't care if anyone heard you, and you didn't either––it was hard to worry about anything else when he had his hands on you.

The men knew not to look at you, only making eye contact with Tom as he spoke, as if nothing were happening. If they did look, they'd be punished. Simple as that. And no one wanted that.

You had just finished eating a snack when you made your way over to the meeting room. You knew that Tom would need your company today, his meeting was with Lorenzo, one of the worst in the business. His actual business was good, and it would be very beneficial to join forces with him, but he was a nightmare. Which is why Tom considered him to be one of his enemies.

The meeting had started a little while ago, but there hadn't seemed to be any shouting, so you assumed it was going well. You slipped in quietly and noticed Tom perk up when he saw you, but then his eyes trailed over your body and he licked his lips, partially tuning everyone out as he focused on you. You were wearing one of his shirts with a belt tied around your waist, accentuating your figure.

He spread his legs and sat back, waiting for you as you walked along the long table, saying hi to Harrison as you walked by him. You bit your lip and smiled as you reached Tom, his hands immediately pulling you in by your waist. You bent down and gave him a kiss and he smacked your ass before grabbing it possessively, making you squeak and giggle softly.

You sat down on his lap, your body turned into him, your arm hanging loosely around his neck, legs over the chair as you faced the front. He leaned in to whisper in your ear, one arm wrapped around your side, the other on your thigh. "You're not wearing anything under this, are you?" He bit your earlobe and you could tell he wanted to take you right then and there.

You bit your lip as you looked down at him and that was all the answer you needed. "Christ, you're trying to kill me."

You both turned your attention back to the front and you tried not to make a face when you noticed Lorenzo staring at you shamelessly. You took a sharp inhale, knowing this wouldn't be good––for him. You saw that none of his men were with him, he was so arrogant he often left without backup, stupid, really.

"Y/N," Lorenzo spoke up, smiling menacingly at you and you felt Tom's hold tighten. "How are you, beautiful?"

You tried your best not to roll your eyes but your voice was monotone when you responded. "Fine, thanks."